The cold edge of a silver blade pressed against my throat, slick with my own blood."Look at me, Evelyn," a voice commanded—a voice that used to whisper vows of forever into the crook of my neck.I forced my eyes open, my vision swimming in crimson. Alexander stood over me, his golden hair dusted with ash, his red-gold eyes cold and devoid of the burning passion they once held. Behind him, the ruins of the Red Moon Altar stretched into the fog, smelling of sulfur, scorched earth, and genocide.My breath caught in my throat, coming in ragged, shallow wheezes. A deep gash across my ribs burned like liquid fire. I wasn't dead yet, but the blood pooling beneath my back told me I didn't have minutes left."Why?" I rasped, the word tearing at my dry, iron-tasted throat."You brought corruption to the Five Packs," Alexander said softly, though his knuckles turned white against the hilt of his broadsword. "The madness in your blood was destroying everything we swore to protect. We had no choi
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